I've rediscovered the online forums that I used to visit when I was pregnant. Each month has its own club, basically, of women with the same due dates. Well, now it's a Playgroup, so I can go see what other women with 3-month-old babies are going through. Yes, other people are losing their hair. Other women have achy joints, especially knees (possibly dehydration! must up my already-upped water intake!), other women have concerns about getting their breastfed babies to accept a bottle. Other babies are rolling over, and Sasha is not. I try not to get uppity about this, because I've read enough mommy blogs to know that the Look What My Baby Does! game is cruel. But still. Why isn't she rolling over? Also? Can I just mention that I am not finding my big, revered baby book to be helpful? It makes me feel like I'm not doing this job correctly, and that if we do not HEED THIS ADVICE our baby will have Issues. My opinion on the matter is...is the baby alive? Check. The enlightened parenting can happen when I'm getting some really great sleep. (Does that ever happen? Please? Oh god.)
The newest thing taking up space in our tiny apartment with the sole purpose of keeping the baby entertained is a Jumpster. It attaches to a door frame and holds her up so she can bounce, jump, or just hang limp, you know, chillaxin'. I suspect she's a few weeks too young for it, but I do know that she absolutely loves to stand up straight, supporting herself entirely. We just keep our hands there to make sure she doesn't fall over. She really gets into it. Anyway, back to the Jumpster. Here she is in her first attempt:
She mostly locks her knees and stands there. For now. I have great expectations for this contraption.
Not long after I found out I was pregnant, Micah and I were visiting his brother Bob, who owns a Native American souvenir shop out in the country (random, yes, I'll have to tell that story one day). During this visit I noticed, for the very first time, that they had baby moccasins. I scribbled a mental post-it and then totally forgot about them until a few days ago, when Bob's wife Kathy gave us these:
Which are totally perfect for Jumpstering! The thought of my baby's delicate little biscuity sweet feet scraping against that wood floor...like all the world's nails on a chalkboard. Mostly she's a barefoot little scamp, because I have sock prejudice. I've noticed that everyone likes to expose my baby to their pet peeves. Micah hates having anything constricting around his neck. Half of his shirts are ripped to avoid this (and the other half are deemed NOT FOR WORK, i.e. "don't you dare fucking rip them! It's not a fashion statement!") So I frequently find Sasha with her zipper pulled down to her belly, because "she was hot." Well, I hate wearing socks, so I must admit my baby never wears socks. First of all, there is a fit problem. They either cut off her circulation or fall off. Her feet are rarely cold, just so you know. Don't you be calling CPS on me! Brenda always has her sleeves rolled up because she has a rolled-up sleeves type of job. So of course, I found Sasha with her sleeves rolled up while under Brenda's watch.
What pressure to perform. What pressure to not royally fuck the fuck up.
Lastly, would you like to enjoy some tummy time with my princess?
1 comment:
those little moccasins are super snazzy
-a
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